Review: The ART's Cabaret The American Repertory Theater Cabaret is not some souped-up train carrying self-proclaimed Amanda Fucking Palmer through burgeoning Nazi Germany.

Amanda Palmer lets go of all restrictions Just when hemming and hawing about the future of money in music had grown dreadfully redundant, leave it to Amanda Palmer to resurrect the dead horse and prompt the American square community to ask, "What the fuck is Kickstarter, who the fuck is this frequently naked lady with painted-on eyebrows, and why did the Internet send her a million dollars to record an album?"

Doing it ninja style Take three notorious singer-songwriters and one famous author. Give them eight hours to write and record an eight-song album. Broadcast the session on the internet. Release the album online the next morning, and perform it live in front of an audience the following night.